She thought it was a silly decision on their part because a lot of the girls in the typing pool or the file room were a lot smarter than most of the I...y-League jocks hired for their family ties or other connections of an obligatory nature.She had to admit that she made most of her money out in Brighton Beach by closing out the files on the lending business for her muscle-bound bosses. She was good at sniffing out any money trails that the debtors were hiding from the Russian mob and convinced. His eyes were like they were ready to pop out any second.“What! Why do you look so shocked?” I muttered, holding his cock in-between my teeth.“Maa, this is wrong,” Vishal replied hastily. He tried to pull out, but I stopped him from doing so.“You already fucked me last night. Let me show you how to do it properly this time,” I said.I moved my head back and forth, stroking his cock along the way. His father always liked it when I gave him a blowjob like that. After all, he was his father’s boy,. So Janet soon had filled a nearby wastebasket with the wrappings. Inside was what looked like over 500 sheets of paper, unbound. There was no table of contents, and a quick scan revealed all sorts of subjects: slaves, money, other Mistresses, instructions."Why would Erica do that?" asked Janet aloud.Erica had been a neatness freak, and Janet had learned from Andrea just how to clean a house properly. So why should she provide a book of instructions in an unorganized fashion?Janet heard a knock. .." "Did I tell you to have a chat?" His voice was stern. "No master," we both said at the same time and our gaze met in sudden understanding, then she rolled her eyes and I had to stifle a giggle. Her tongue was in my mouth as I felt him enter her. I wanted to scream with frustration as I realised she was getting the cock I'd been craving for hours but my top was being pushed up and I felt her mouth on my throbbing tits. I guess I'd just have to make the best of it. Looking down over her.